scribed by
Lucas Farrell
Woke at 5:53am thinking of trout. Last night Louisa and I caught a couple rainbows up at the Trout Club in Weston. Temp dropped quickly throughout the day. Tiny white mayfly hatch again the orange then pink curl-of-wisp distant clouds. A pair of loons quiet in Porter Cove. A single goose gliding in front of our favored green cabin (Hulett). The touch of trout re-orienting in the arch of my hand at the water's surface before returning, once again, into the depths.